My Child Speaks

My Child Speaks
and the dark angel gave the white angel a feather from his wing, the only thing to destroy him, could she use it............

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Torn Open

My eyes were torn open to Child Abuse, I couldn't describe it any other way, my eyes are never going to mend, the damage is too bad, I will never see the way I used to see, now I see what I don't want to see, sometimes I close my eyes and hide and sometimes I force myself to see what I don't want to see. I see.
Posted by mother4justice at 15:52
poetry

2 comments:

  1. Sharon Rose13 June 2011 at 20:19

    And, you are loveable. You do matter. And you are making a HUGE difference by being there for your children!

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  2. tara14 June 2011 at 06:49

    wow again i can relate as a survivor of childhood molestation. i would have bad nights and the memories were so bad that i wouldnt sleep and the fact that i was still living in a house where my abuser still lives was making it hard. if you check out my blog you can see all the things i wrote from being home still. im 23 and i finally took courage to move out with my sister. i would walk around as if nothing happen yet i would scream in pain inside

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